GOD GIVE YOU TWENTY CENTS

New buildings and new faces are this year to see for the first time that annual exodus from Cambridge with which for years Harvard students have celebrated the Christmas Spirit. To some, it means a front-seat rivalry for two short weeks with the mythical tired business man; to others it means wandering home to pick up well-intentioned neck-ties and a little rest. For others, it is rumored, the Christmas Spirit hovers over the ice-caked board walks and the dust-laden air of Widener. The Christmas Spirit, though, is pagan-hard and Christoan-strong enough to disregard such unessential differences. We are all brothers, under the skin or in a shopping crowd. And so, to everyone, like this Christmas spirit and tuberculosis seals, go the sincere wishes of the CRIMSON for a very merry Christmas.